hedonic you

a fault in the timeline of my comfort

I try to remind myself,

Convince myself ,

Through evocative thoughts.

That words were just words before they were echoed by your voice.

That joy was just a feeling before it was stemmed from your presence,

And clouds were just visible mass of water vapor rather than art critiqued by your imagination.

Storms were contingent instead of your indignation schedule.

Warmth was available anywhere instead of only in your grace.

Sleep was brought on by hue waves before your chamomile smiles.

I try to convince myself that, I was eclectic before teeming with your transient depravity.

- addisone